'London Bridge is Falling Down'

An outstanding day on one if the longest, most remote parts of 66. We soon left the high plateau and Ponderosa pines for the low, arid desert and searing heat (45C). We passed through Seligman and met the wonderful Angel, barber, cafe owner and protector of Route 66 heritage. We had the road practically to ourselves for about 60 miles of twisting mountain roads with views that left us breathless.

We called in at a wildlife rescue centre in remote Valentine and saw tigers, wolves and bobcats, among other things. Then we dropped south for a little to Lake Havasu to see London Bridge.
Rumour has it that Mr McC thought that he was buying Tower Bridge, where Adrian and I were married. It looks surprisingly gorgeous anyway.
It's just too damn hot to think or write so instead a few photos.

Tomorrow we will be bursting into song. Join in if you like. 'California Here We Come!'

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